a little over a decade ago lucas offered to gift this museum to san francisco, and the presidio trust turned it down because the design was too jarring or some such silly shit. the people responsible forgotten, the damage permanent.
The observable reality on the ground was that the downtown core was completely dead.
Of course the reality is that even in a remote-first world the Bay Area would continue to produce an outsized share of the world’s important startups, but it was absolutely not consensus that SF in-person work would come roaring back in the way that it has.
@theistinthought@wildstar33@ggraham It's simply not true in any suburban town in the northeast either. Unless you want to walk alongside a 4+ lane road with no sidewalk and risk death.
Today, I signed an Executive Order temporarily repealing bedtimes in the City of New York so that kids of all ages can watch our team in the NBA Finals.
As Mayor, you’re forced to make many difficult decisions. This was not one of them.
Go Knicks.
@tarush_agarwal_ They absolutely do not for the vast, vast majority of Google users. I have to scroll 5 page lengths to see it, and my account is already significantly more personalized towards startups than most.
Unfortunate truth is that people fall into one of two reductive camps with their opinions on LoC mattering. Either they believe it’s completely irrelevant (wrong, and encourages ‘promo packet’ engineering like at Google) or they believe it’s the only thing that matters and Goodheart their orgs to death as a result.
100% agree with you although agentic coding making it slightly less correlated.
I ordered one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short stack."
Short. I am a small and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me. I waited with a calm heart.
She returned carrying three pancakes, each the size of my face, stacked into a tower, with a block of butter on top sliding down the sides like slow lava.
This was the short one. I did not dare ask what the tall one looked like. Some knowledge a man is not ready for.
I ate for forty minutes. I was not full. I was afraid. The tower did not shrink. I am fairly sure it was growing back faster than I could eat it.
I had to surrender. I left half. In Japan, leaving food is a deep shame. So I leaned in close and apologized to the pancakes directly, in a low voice, one by one.
The waitress asked if I wanted a box. I did not know food could be taken into custody. I declined. I did not want it following me home.
In America, is the short stack truly the small one?
I need time to prepare my spirit before I ever face the tall one.